[Intro]
[Strophe]
Am                         E7 
  On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair
G                      D 
  Warm smell of colitas rising up through the air
F                          C 
  Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light
Dm 
   My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
E 
  I had to stop for the night
Am                               E7 
  There she stood in the doorway; I heard the mission bell
G 
  And I was thinking to myself
              D 
This could be heaven or this could be hell
F                          C 
  Then she lit up a candle, and she showed me the way
Dm 
   There were voices down the corridor,
E 
  I thought I heard them say...
[Refrain]
F                          C 
  Welcome to the Hotel California.
       E7                                          Am 
Such a lovely place, (such a lovely place), such a lovely face
F                               C 
Plenty of room at the Hotel California
    Dm                                       E 
Any time of year, (any time of year) You can find it here 
[Strophe]
Am                            E7 
 Her mind is Tiffany-twisted, She got the Mercedes bends
G                                    D 
 She got a lot of pretty pretty boys   she calls friends
F                                   C 
  How they danced in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat
Dm                       E 
  Some dance to remember, some dance to forget
Am                           E7 
  So I called up the captain; Please bring me my wine (he said)
G                                     D 
 We haven't had that spirit here since 1969
G                                     D 
 We haven't had that spirit here since 1969
Dm 
   Wake you up in the middle of the night
E 
  Just to hear them say...
[Refrain]
F                         C 
 Welcome to the Hotel California.
       E7                                          Am 
Such a lovely place, (such a lovely place), such a lovely face
        F                             C 
They're livin' it up at the Hotel California
       Dm                                               E 
What a nice surprise, (what a nice surprise) Bring your alibis
[Strophe]
Am                        E7 
   Mirrors on the ceiling; the pink champagne on ice (and she said)
G                                D 
  We are all just prisoners here, of our own device
F                              C 
  and in the master's chambers, they gathered for the feast
Dm 
 They stab it with their steely knives but they
E 
just can't kill the beast
Am                             E7 
   Last thing I remember, I was running for the door
G                                       D 
  I had to find the passage back to the place I was before
F                                   C 
  "Relax" said the night man; we are programmed to receive
Dm 
  You can check out any time you like
E7 
 But you can never leave...